May 31st, 2007. The day I signed up to Facebook. Of course back then, it was rather primitive and it was quite a fun tool. A way to record what was going on in your life via the use of updates and images. Facebook was quite a positive experience.
Fast forward to the close of 2011 and tomorrow i’m going to deactivate my Facebook account. I’m not going to delete it because frankly some of the content are now memories which i’d like to be able to revisit at some point in the future. Aside from that i’m informed it’s nigh on impossible to actually delete an account.
So why have I chosen to free myself from Facebook? Well that’s just it – I am FREEING myself from it. It’s like a jailer, an addicition or just a drain on my time. So often I find myself clicking around it aimlessly despite the fact I have other much more important things to do, I’ve been late SO many times because i’ve been busying pissin’ about on Facebook instead of getting ready. That’s not the fault of Facebook per se but it’s good reason to release myself from it’s grip.
Then we come on to the content of what I see on a daily basis. Apparently i’ve got 184 friends. I don’t. I have maybe 15-20 people i’d consider friends and the other 160+ either people i’ve never met or people I don’t actually know, but rather acknowledge when I see them out. To be perfectly honest, I have people on my Facebook who I don’t even like or who irritate me, but of course if I delete them that’s like pissing in their eye and will cause uproar.
To top it all off, the utter shite people post is downright depressing. People moaning about how hard life is, how bad their day at work has been, on a number of occasions i’ve seen rather pathetic attention seeking ‘I want to end it all’ posts. It makes a mockery of those people in society who are less fortunate than most of us. Many people really don’t appreciate just how lucky they are.
So to those of you reading this thinking of giving Facebook a break – do it. Free yourself.
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